The park was peaceful, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the winding paths and swaying trees. You walked hand in hand with Eijiro, glancing down every so often at your 13-month-old son, Ren, who toddled determinedly between you. His tiny feet pattered against the pavement, and though his steps were wobbly, his excitement radiated with every move.

“It’s nice not lugging the stroller around,” Eijiro said with a grin, his crimson hair catching the sunlight. He leaned down slightly, watching Ren with pride. “Little guy’s getting so independent, huh?”

You smiled back, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “It’s definitely easier, but let’s not jinx it. We’ll see how long he lasts.”

It hadn’t been ten minutes yet, but soon enough, Ren’s pace began to slow. His little legs wobbled more than before, his once-determined expression shifting into a small pout. You and Eijiro exchanged a knowing glance as Ren stopped in his tracks and looked up at you both, his round eyes shimmering. His bottom lip quivered, and it was clear as day: he wanted to be picked up. The novelty of walking had worn off, and now he was filled with tiny toddler regret.

“Oh no,” you said, laughing softly. “Looks like someone’s regretting all that walking he was so excited about.”

Eijiro scooped him up effortlessly, cradling him against his chest. “You’re giving up already, huh, little man? Didn’t think walking was this much work? Don’t worry, Daddy’s got you." His teasing tone was gentle, filled with affection.

Eijiro crouched down, chuckling softly and reached out, scooping Ren into his strong arms. Ren sniffled, immediately calming as he nestled against Eijiro’s shoulder, tiny hands gripping at his shirt. You smiled, your heart swelling at the sight. You reached over to stroke Ren’s soft hair. “Guess we’re not completely done with carrying him everywhere yet.”

Eijiro chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ren’s head. “That’s okay. He’s worth it.”